Monday, July 03, 2006

Chapter 27 Watching Plays and winging it fine, dudes

Disclaimer where not my characters still stand Firmly. No perversion, so don’t sue me.


Armand is the dark haired vampire before Lestat. He’s much older than him, now it’s 2005, he could be 500! Louis took me to meet him and watch a show the troupe had set up. It's been some time since they met, Louis does not always see the shows.

Supposed to be a different one each night.

“None of that bringing innocent virgins onstage. He promised. When we were in France, that had been his style. Here, the taste isn’t towards the grotesque, so he’s ensured that even teenagers can watch. If not I won’t let you see it.”


“Sheez man,” I grumbled. I’m no small child. Meanwhile to take the heat off me as the focus, I thought how special my friend looked in Victorian suit, Lestat’s one. It was deep blue ( that’s almost black), golden sequins and designs curling down the lapels. I was wearing a party frock, which I just salvaged from my mount at home. Chelsea’s mom had given to me last Christmas. My dad’s gift as well, silver studs of seagulls. I have not seen him for 2 months. Oh Lestat, only you taught me how to be in touch with my heart. I missed him. He would give nice and happy comments to cheer us.

“Stat wants to get me a dress.” I recalled those words on the fragrant letterpad.

“Nice. Then you shall be feminine fatale,” Louis replied, smiling, teeth exposed. It’s his extremely hyper mode smile. (he suppresses this as he really hates being a vamp)
“So when will he send it?”


“When it’s ready. I said I want blue. Hey I’m starving. Let’s eat!” I pulled the gentle and slow motioned man to hurry. Another nearby café for Black Forrest. The lady at the counter knew how to speak French, so they conversed for a while. Louis’s French was slow and deliberate. He held eye contact. She was smitten. I kept teasing, but he ignored me. If you carry on like that, I will not order. I don’t have to eat, Krys.

Is it only when he is with his own countrymen that he is more confident? I said sorry sorry and put on my most contrite expression. Louis came back 15 minutes later with a smaller piece on my plate. Looked smug. He drank the mocha coffee.

Then we went to watch Armand’s play. I forgot the longish title, it was about a fantastic dream. A wonderful choreography. We chatted with Armand for a while. He let us go unharmed. I could reassure the blond that he was not a devil.


Louis hoped I could accompany him for another play tomorrow night.

“Hmm, sorry Pointe. I can’t. I have a project tomorrow. It might stretch into the night. Go with my friend. She loves operas.” (I didn’t want to see it, knowing his style, bound to be the really waily types)

“But I don’t know her, Krys. She’s not my friend,” Louis said anxiously, green eyes clouded over, tense. He vehemently stated that his only love was cherie: Claudia. No one else. I knew I couldn’t push him on that. But I succeeded, as he wouldn't hear of wastage. My recommendation was Nina, a golden eagle. They hit it off right away.I hoped he would mix around without our help. Yay.

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Stuck on the project, I began a draft for Pup-beloved. His letter had been at the bottom of the huge stack. The doctors wanted him to rest and not fret about investments, so they were still directed here. Sometimes we had to phone those people and inform them Lestat was away on a long trip. He had not left any instructions on what to explain to them, so it would be confidential. I didn’t want to write about this and make him worry.

Hello Lestat,

Sorry this is late. Thank you for making the effort. We’re fine. Since I’m on the comp, I got this printed. Throw you a question: my teacher, why do you hate each other? Armand asked after you.

Your previous letter was really long. Nice. We like reading them, your calligraphy prints. You’re much better than a PC! I can send to this address right? I hope it isn’t lost. I’m sorry about Sirena. She sounds like a good person. Is she ok?

You’ve always been a support for others. Isn’t that tiring? I think there should be two- way reciprocation. I read Blackwood Farm. In it you and Merrick helped Quinn with the ghost. Didn’t you freak? (Maybe I asked before, but I’ve forgotten)

Here’s Pointe-chan’s pic with your blue coat. Then his own brown and gold one, green too. That’s me in the red dress. It’s called a Cheongsam. Try to pronounce that, haha. What do you think, are we photogenic? Send us a pic of yourself when you’re better. I wonder if your eyes will glow. That is why Quinn and Mona are constantly in glasses. I love your eyes, violet. Miss you so much!

Oh, about the night you left. I was too upset to notice that you were impassive. In fact perhaps it’s why my instructor tells us to control ourselves. You did a good job. Don’t blame yourself for the awkwardness. No one is perfect and I understand your intentions.

Did you feel stressed coz your writing was really transformed? Now my group is at Melissa’s house. Here’s a mental image: Mel is a little yellow dog, Jojo- a poodle, got two wild dogs of a different color, me and KC. We’re doing a huge project and presently out of ideas. How does our environment affect a person? The nature versus nurture debate. We can get nurtured to become leaders. And I haven’t practiced maths! I’m going to fail!

Wish me luck. Tomorrow there’s a big exam on the country’s political system. The subject was 4 weeks long only and they want us to do a test! Gotta go! Write me update soon.

What are you doing? It is mean that they left you alone all the time. But you can spend time with yourself just as well, reading and enriching your mind.
Love you: Bianca



April 1st


Hello Louis and dearest Papillion,

Happy April fool’s greeting! My writing changed? So this is my normal handwriting. I had more time, I think. It’s ok if you’re busy. I understand.


I am comforted that you forgive me. We vampires need to be more generous of heart like Shapers. I admire you guys on your control. I got your letter just as I was leaving. Lucky right? flattered, I’m better than a computer’s font! Woohoo.

One question at a time. But I have so many things to tell you, so it’s gonna be messy again.

This is David’s house. He has many of them in Europe. Now he seldom returns to England. I liked that big homely mansion. Especially the large red armchair. Do you notice I often harp on this? Maybe not to you children. Sorry, I’m digressing.
Ok, introduce you to my friends. Arkos, Dino, Salvador, Pallia. 6 of us, including myself and my occasional flirt-love. Louiiiieee, jealous?? Serves you right for not writing. Pallia is the only female. Arkos is Greek, and the rest are Romanian. Romania is a legendary stronghold of our kind, but so far only two. France seems to have more.

Yes it can get tiring at times when my love and affection is not returned. I’m glad you respond. I should treasure those who do that. It helps plenty. I was not afraid of the ghost. I had company. How to handle The supernatural, which is different from werewolves and fleshed creatures, you must stand firm. It hurts me remembering the whole night I wept, nursing my loss: my dearest sister Merrick. The willing ones die early. Do not ask Q about this ok? It is best untouched. If you don’t engage in exorcisms, there’s no need to fear. Don’t play with ghosties.

Let’s give you a picture of ‘ my house’ . Many rooms, three floors. All of us have a private room each, 2 dining rooms, 1 kitchen spotless one. But it’s seriously deficient, you’ll be sad. Hardly any food except for some cans of soda. I prefer mineral water. No alcohol.

I wish I can go home now, feeling super homesick. The doc will arrange for everything and check on me. I really can’t stand another needle. It is agonizing. The good thing is I’m no longer in constant pain and nauseous. Still I will soon go mad in this house! I am all alone. I thought I could go out with them, but they didn’t wake me again.

Armand and I no longer nurse this grudge. Hope I’m convincing, my child…it’s just that we are rivals. He is the dark while I’m the light. I don’t know, I suffer pains and problems like everybody else and yet people are jealous of me! I try to be positive and take action and responsibility (of course not all the time). Right now I’m in a depressing downturn.

We had very diverse ideas. How do you interprete? My point of view is: he is more stiff and conservative than I. You know I hate it when people don’t agree with me. Why why? Once we tried to kill each other. I wanted to drain his blood dry! That is true and I won’t hide it. Marius was livid when he found out. Then he went to push me off the tower. But knowing Amadeo, he wouldn’t tell you due to his nature. He’s a ladies’ man. Bianca, once we shared intimacy, but it’s over between us. We can still cordially talk. We won’t fight like cats, rest assured.

A preter is a creature of change. I cannot stand stagnation. I’ve another 6 months! 9 months for the full treatment. I miss you so badly that I want to fly there now. Joking. Humans freaking on seeing the famous Lestat up there. Oh God, is this the end of the world they wonder? I guess I recovered much faster from the fresh air.

I am so acutely lonely. I try to make it clear that I’m open, friendly and equal. But the others fear me. It is a barrier. The Vampire Lestat, aloof and cool and distant. Ok blue dress. Yay. I was digging in my pack when I saw my diary. It is therapeutic recording my feelings.


Sometimes I see ghosts. Unnerving and freaky! Luckily not here. The photos are sweet, yes, you’re photogenic. Here’s a photo with Sirena. She calmed down enough. Not better, she is still confined in that ward. I can’t visit her so I call. I think we should keep to paper because the reception is too poor to talk. Ohhh, I’m so bored. The tv programs are dull. I didn’t bring any books along. I’ve finished David’s collection of detective archives, since I am super fast and efficient! Arrogance, can’t help that, hahaha!


What do you think-- I’m only 21! Forever a youth so I’m still like you at times, kiddy and naughty. Kinda enjoy the advantage.
I am so happy listening and reading your life.
I feel cold now. But it is summer. Countdown to come home. By the way did anyone find the Chirac flower? Don’t blame yourself if you cannot. Je t’aime my fledge and your family. I think there’s someone outside. Good to hunt!

I fed well, a large man. Um!


Yours truly and God Bless:

Lestat

It was heartbreaking. Poor guy. “ Why are they so mean to him? He’s not so proud. Don’t they read his books?” I spoke up. Louis sighed and clasped one sheet to his chest. His maker did not like solitary time at all and often preferred it when others socialized with him. If only we could fly over there to see him right now!

“No no. We can’t. Finances are tight. And we can’t help him being there. He has to learn how to cope alone,” Louis answered, catching my hand. I felt like crying, because my close friend had always supported people. This was no way to be treated!

After a pause the calm guy collected his thoughts and said, “We haven’t found anything. Lestat’d just become more worried and get worse. Maybe he is happier now.”

I didn’t buy that. Suddenly it popped out, “Louis. Could I tell you something? Don’t—don’t be mad….”

He opened his palms and his beautiful pupils connected with me. I said meekly, “I think I felt Gabrielle that time. She’s somewhere here. But not now.”

He did not speak for a long time. I noticed that his fingers waved over a page. “Do you want to tell ‘stat about it? It would be wonderful. And meanwhile, we could work on asking her to talk to us. She has not spoken to us personally for a long while.”

Louis started to make a draft of a reply immediately. Actually our language skills improved at excellent caliber during these months updating Brat Prince on happenings here on Freemandling. Lestat requested that we write by hand.

His next three letters were almost the same, how much he felt lonely, his great deep longing for a kinship among his own kind, Switzerland’s sceneries (when he got the chance to wander, usually dragged back by a bodyguard!), the cocktails and therapies. On the 12th letter, he sounded better:

September 20

Hey guys, Quinn too (help me convey how much I love him will ya),

I’m still miserable in this huge empty house. My mood is better though. There’re fireworks outside tonight. I wish I had a camera to capture this! I love fireworks. Remember I wanna be one.

Bianca-chan, the dress is finally finished, it’s marvellieux and of such softness. I wanted to weep when I ran my hands over. I cannot wait to see you in it! Merci for all the latest news. So Louis, will you go with someone to the hotel? Don’t want to waste the prize. Congratulations, Marcus. I knew you could do it! Your hard work is showing. By the way I enclosed some handmade chocolates. Tell me if they’re nice. There’re fifteen flavours!

No there isn’t any change in my pals here. So far, only Pallia is all right. She doesn’t shy away when I chat with them. David and her will answer all my whines, pleas and requests. Infer: I’m not demanding. We finally got cable last night. But I prefer to watch Dvds. There was this movie called Minority Report. I was confused by the plot and the screaming was terrible. Did you see that before?

Sirena came to live with us. She’s coping well. I’m thinking of bringing her to Marius or my other bosses. What do you think? I honestly don’t mind another fledge but I am too busy to help her.


Oh yes thank you for the correspondence with my agents. They can mail or fax to me now. Cool! Don’t worry. I won’t be stressed. I can handle it. You’re welcome. Do you feel closer to me when you read my letters? Just wondering.

I want to see these papers when I return to your side. I am faithfully keeping all of yours. Cher, I love your poetry. I revel in them! I’m getting more mushy by the hour, sorry. Goose pimples…

To Quinn, good luck in your studies. Are you going to make games? That’s so tough huh? I peeked in an institute. So much work to do. I put my email add on top, so he can contact me, but I won’t be opening it very often.

As always, miss miss you guys so much!

Puppy prince (he stuck a doggie pic here)



Sep 26( Violet ink)

To All at home:

Happy birthday, Chelsea. Timed it just tonight coz her special day is on Tuesday right? I bought a card. I went shopping for these colored stationery, the set of pens I’m using now, wrapping paper. There were three huge bookstores just waiting for me to sweep in majestically. I felt super materialistic boosted when I entered. I managed to do some wrapping.

Hey Bianca to your questions:

1) You heard news from my mother? I didn’t notice that in the other letters. Thank you. Please ask her to come. She knows but why isn’t she here?

2) Nope the Mayfairs are not vampires. Only Mona is. Rowan is a doctor and she and I don’t love each other. Used to, but we barely spoke for years already. I don’t know if she remembers me…

3) I’m all better. I have giddy spells on some nights, but I won’t pass out very long. I want to come home! I refuse to stay here anymore, even if it’s good for me. How could you ever think I should extend my stay here? So sad.


4) Sorry, too over-emo there. I am coming home whether anyone protests or not. That is final!

Yay, October! I cannot wait to come back. Did you like the new stamps on the envelope? I mentioned that you collect them, so she made an exception. It’s the newest issue of dogs. I bought a large pack of foreign philates which I will bring back together with the dress.

Then an email from him: guess what? I can come back! The flight is October 2, so I will reach there by 22:00 Oct 3! Many presents! Want all of you to wait for me, lots of things to carry. And I forgot how to go from the airport.

See ya soon! Joyful and exuberant Stat ----------------------------

Before he came back, Lestat gave us a surprise ring. I yelped when he spoke, “Cherie.” His voice was unmistakeable, despite all the static.

“Brat! I miss you so!” I cried, my tears coming. “Coming home right?”

He laughed. I couldn’t Read his mind. “I won’t talk too long, you can’t hear me clearly anyway. Yes I am coming home tomorrow. Come and receive your Master.”

“Is that a command?” then I passed to Pointe and Quinn.







Louis and I walked into the Central airport. The number of people was dwindling. We figured it would be easy to detect his presence. He is too illuminous to neglect seeing! My friend wore light pink and had left his chest exposed. Black, brown, colored. No blond!

Why didn’t Lestat pass me a telepathic message? Had he missed the plane? He was scared of dying in a crash. That was one of his phobias. Suddenly, Louis gasped, pushed his fringe behind his ear. Look. One figure didn’t melt into the crowds like the others. He was in all black, curls, brownish skin. He stood out. Charismatically he smiled, revealing shiny teeth. Hair held back by ribbon.

“Hey. What took you so long to see me? I was here, but you guys turned in all directions but here,” he started saying. I held him tight. Lestat reciprocated, kneeling and cuddled me. His electric blue eyes met his love’s.

“Still irresistible. Come, help me with all the stuff.”Back to reality, the men picked up the shopping bags and we walked to the cab stand. He was quiet and fell asleep when we were inside for 2 minutes. It was midnight when we finally got back. I yawned.

“How does it feel to be back?” I said.

Louis set down the luggage bag and locked the door. Lestat flopped down beside me and put his head back. He sighed long. “Wonderful. I loved the books so much, I bought them. One is cats, the other-- animals. Here,” Lestat opened the colorful plastic bag. I grinned. He had also got a charm bracelet with many silver bells, fastened that on.

The poet sulked that his was only a thick pen set. “You’re biased.” Teasingly jealous of me.

“What? The books, we can all share. What’s wrong? I ran from shop to shop and convinced them not to close while I hurriedly selected these,” his Maker replied in good humor. “I wish I could own those stores, man! Lots and lots of merchandise… and the chocolates. Oh noooo!”

Lifted out a crushed golden box, damp and sticky. Looked like a tank had run over it.
Lestat’s hands covered his cheeks in dismay, exclaimed in a dramatic voice, “It’s ruined! The security must have—they didn’t put it back. We have to eat them now.” I licked my fingers.

“It’s ok. You meant well,” the other guy said. The almonds were disintegrating. So we gorged ourselves full of chocolate. I noticed that Lestat’s coat was so large they flapped loosely about him. He’d lost much weight.

He heard my concern. It is alright. They are one size bigger. I did take care of myself. No custom made, this was the smallest.

Later I dreamed about something and I did not hear him until he called me aloud. “Sorry. What is it?”

“Your dress. C’mon, wear it. I hope it is fitting. If it can’t I’ll get the dressmaker to alter it later on.” I smiled, took the box and went upstairs. Baby blue dress in two layers of skirt and petticoat. Lying in yellow tissue.
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Sunday, July 02, 2006

Trip Faraway and I can't follow

The next few days, Lestat bothered us with almost every request imaginable! I didn’t mind, but my patience was running out. Only softened by his wheedly voice and fragile countenance in bed. It was better to have more people helping to sort the mail into Miscellaneous, Important and Personal. Damn, so much mail at the wrong time! Lestat was sulky when we got Armand and Daniel to come over and help. He made lots of digging- under- the- belt remarks. ‘A normal reaction from that much excruciation,” quotes Daniel.

Today they were busy so it was down to me and Louis.

“So many?” Brat moaned. “Shit, haven’t got the strength to reply them (business letters). Do me a favor.”

Not again! I had spent the past few days typing letters addressed to all manners of people! I shook my head, frustrated. Louis was a bit annoyed at his tone and my reluctance to help, Krys, he’s sick. We’ve got to help him out as much as possible.

“I don’t wanna.” If I didn’t look at him, he’d not stir up my pity.

“Sweet papillon (butterfly), I’ll give you money for this. It’s only for now. Cherie, ma fleur.” The tug on my sleeve was insistent , but I remained close- eyed. He then resorted to Bribery- “You can have All the ice cream left if that’s not enough. Please. If I were alright, I would do it personally. ”

Louis protested noisily at this, stating how much weight I’d gain. ‘stat sniffed, made to stand. We pushed him back down, not an easy task. He barely stood against us and lay down. Fingers dug on the bedclothes, furrow of his brow.


“Okay okay!” I said ungracefully. ”Type right? Your writing’s not legible.” The patient sat up with spirit and said he’d dictate his drafts, scrawled in rough writings.

I decided to do something creative now, while the much-happier guy stated, “I want this in size 12 font, Georgia. No borders or smileys. Quinn’s letter is informal, but this one’s for my bosses. No funny styles. I’ll take my medicine then come back.” My teacher gingerly walked out, holding his side. He still hurts, but does not complain. The only sign he's sick is his weaker movements, coz he normally saunters around.

Innocently I made some modifications. My handiwork: the opposite, flowery borders, full of smiling faces throughout. Pointe guffawed. My sensei’s face was a killer: gaping mouth of fangs and outrage. “Bianca! I specifically said------- no funny things. I didn’t talk in German or French.”

I shaded the font and changed to Bradley’s ITC handwriting. “Oi! Enough! (but smilingly) gal. I know I know, I owe you. It’s a big thing.” He clicked undo.

“Be nice.” Lestat winced at some pain in his abdomen. To our relief, it passed.

I blinked. “You can? Use Microsoft word?”

Indignantly, he scoffed, “Don’t despise me, cherie. I understand its functions. Louis, take over. Here.” He pressed a crisp fifty dollar note on my hand, as promised.

“I was just kidding.”

“I’m serious. Take it. Merci.” Lestat smiled and tousled my hair.

It was with a lighter mood as we typed out Lestat’s words for 10 people. I watched my sensei meticulously folding the papers into the white envelopes. Despite being seriously ill, he still continued correspondence. I asked him who was Jesse.

“Oh, she’s a nice petite. I’ll introduce her when she comes. What? Are you jealous?” he jested, glancing at me.

“She takes up so much of your attention. She oughta come since you’re sick.”
Lestat just laughed. He did not expect so much concern from a casual exgirlfriend I guessed.

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We ought to consider Switzerland, Omaga broke the news to us. Lestat was to be told later so we were having this emergency meeting now. David would be the negotiator.

Skinny and shivering, the patient wanted to come down. Looking round at all of us. “Hi guys. What is it, some party for me? I miss having parties.” Plaintive. Quinn made him sit down and I turned down the aircon. Lestat didn’t respond to the news. He looked dreamy and had a fever. I faintly recall my friends in the high places made plans, Feb 15 night. Everything would be arranged. He would feed first before embarking on it.

I dreaded the moment. My heart ached. I was brave Little Bianca, smiling and polite and restrained. He saw through this. We fought the night before, when my best friend was making some notes.

“Why are you acting so stiff? Where’s your reaction? I’m going alone,” he snapped, flinging down his pen. I drew back. My eyesight blurred.

No. I don’t want you to go. I shall miss you.
Fingers touched. I held him close. I’m so sorry… did I frighten you? I won’t go. I have a say, I do not want you to weep. I want you to be happy. Always----- Lestat replied to sooth me.
This worsened my tears, wetted his shirt. My bro was adamant that Brat leave or he would worsen. Always the level-headed one. Louis fought to stay in control and finally succeeded. He found solace reading about greek myths and cooking balanced meals for us.

Brat looked at us, his pupils dilated and blue now, soft and gentle. “Don’t be like that, I won’t die.”

The night came. Lestat was very quiet. He’d not been out of bed for awhile and all the moving exhausted him. Must be withholding his emotions to be considerate to us,

Louis spoke. "Are you alright, my love? Why don’t you sit down? Don’t walk too much." Lestat was white in the lips, his hand trembled quite badly. I pressed his shoulder. He was afraid of leaving, with strangers. Omega nodded to us. Mentally he seemed to communicate with the high strung vampire. Lestat sighed and pulled a strand out of his eyes.

“I understand. Thank you, for coming with me. I’m quite weary. When will the cab arrive?” He stood up and went to the window, jaw tensing. It was half an hour before it did. The physicians took care of last minute medical supplies, equipment and made sure Lestat was wearing thicker clothing. He didn’t convey anything and just told me he was okay.

At the airport, he was impassive and unlike his passionate self. Had we lost him?
“I’ll write love letters. To all of you. I promise. David’s with me. I will not be alone. Adieu.” Then Lestat walked in without looking back. I clung to Louis and wept. The hardest night.

I missed the piano sounds. Even when Prince was ill, I knew I could still go up and cuddle to him. Now I could not. Louis decided to leave his bedroom door open. It was only closed to servants. It helped a little.

First letter came a month later:

March 3

Dear Louis and my little Bianca,

How are you? This is such a lame question, duh. I’m doing fine here, enough rest in my big soft bed. It’s totally dark and comfy here. A wonderful environment for BloodDrinkers. No complaints! Everything is fine. Don’t be worried.

After I get out from hospital, maybe a month later, I will be living with David and his friends for a while. Most being vampires (sorry my child) by the way, hope you like the stationery. Unfortunately some got lost so this is the only paper. The rest behind are plain. I’ll go shopping for nice fragrant letterpads next time.

I miss both of you so much! You are my best, beloved friends. When I get discharged, I will buy you gifts and send them. Would you like that? So you’ll have a remembrance of me. Sheez, I sound like I’m gonna die. Nah, I’m doing great really. The technology here is more advanced. I’m so glad the aircon isn’t too cold, I’m well-taken care of. The doctors keep me updated, but presently not much to tell you.

How are you both doing? Tell me about your life. Louis, who are you meeting? I’m dying to interfere. But I can’t! And Bianca-chan, is it correct? What about school? Write me. I like to hear about happenings. This is my address, I’ve checked it twice. It will be for a month.

Maybe I can get a phone number and call you when I’m not too tired. Despite the advancement, I see no phones around! There is a computer, but it will take some time to figure out how to operate it. Anyway I prefer you to respond with ink. It’s much more sincere. Hey girl, don’t cry your eyes out okay? If Louis doesn’t cheer you up enough, I’ll smack him till he cries for mercy! Picture that and laugh out loud k? This’ll hafta do coz I cannot verbally say it. Deal!

To oh Wise one: Take care. Be careful and Don’t be hit by poison! Send me a poem, could you, or a new book. I forgot to pack books in my haste. I’m just lying around, dozing. Waiting for your next letter!

Love, Hugs and Kisses,

Lestat de Lioncourt

March 8

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Hey B. Brat prince,

This will be a letter from both of us! Pink is mine and purple will be Louis. Does it hurt your eyes to see pink, so bright? It’s not my favorite color, I just felt like using it. Found it under your desk.

How’s my handwriting? I wish I can write as artistic as you! I try to practice the piano when I’m free. We sing together! Can you see it, Louis’s singing? Honestly he’s got a darn good voice. Shy people are Gifted, when he praises me, I feel so shy man. I’m not so outstanding.

I’m not crying, Puppy. It’s not so bad, since I can go out with my friends frequently, eat, shop and have fun together. Mostly nights are for Louis. He’s cooped up at home often now. He won’t admit it, but he wants to feel your presence. My brother and mom came back so it’s not so bad. But yeah, we do miss you lots, Lestat-sensei-chan. That means beloved teacher plus closest buddy. You can add as many labels as you wish. That’s what I learnt. I’m still in basic Japanese class--- can’t pass it! I’m so dead!
Good side, maths is okay, with Quinn’s assistance, I think I could manage a C. I hope. I got A++ for history. Yay! Chemistry, I got B.

Louis thought he will enclose something he penned himself, a personal poem. So muuushy. Do you miss Yeats? I thought it’s so boring. Hehe. I got some questions here, please answer me (take your time)

1. How is my writing? Can you decipher it?
2. Take care of yourself. Keep warm, sleep as much as you can. I want a weekly update!! It ain’t easy, I know, coz it’s an unfamiliar place. Big sis mode. Hahahax 10000.
Here is also a sketch of my friend, a real life Chameleon. She changes shades and colors when she wants to, or when her mood swings. Give me comments. YES, presents! Buy me presents, exciting stuff. I would like a postcard with new stamps, a purrfect gift for my collection. Of course when you’re not busy and well-rested. Over and out.

Louis here. I hope you do better each day. It’s not the same without you beside me, lecturing and seducing me… you are irreplaceable! Like the poetry? It’s my fifteenth attempt at telling the story froma florist’s POV. By the way I don’t like purple. Krystal thinks so, I’m so pissed! She took away all my black pens and I hate gah purple!! Wish you could taste some of the cupcakes I’m making. Next time we’ll make pie.

I’m gonna say this and it sounds like whining. Stat, I know you don’t like me to whine. Ok, don’t spend too much. I see she asked you for gifts. Save some money.
Can I wear your shirt? Um, it’s because some friends of the children want me to wear nice 18th C clothes and sign autographs. It makes the house livelier. Of course I’m not giving them a live tour of your private property, we mostly go outside. Don’t jump up and get hyperventilated! Sit down. I’m still feeling awkward in social situations. I guess I won’t ever get used to it.

Do Come back soon! But don’t escape from there with all the authorities coming after you all right? Don’t want long ago history to repeat.

Write back soon. Hugs and Kisses as well,
Louis de P. + Bianca (Louis signed with less curves than my teacher and in conservative black)

Mar 20, 11pm
Hi Cherie pie and Louis,

I got your letter! I was so surprised that it came only 4 days after postage. Happy and joyous!!

I will answer your questions. No problem, you’ve always listened to me. Nope, pink is fine for me. Any color will do. It’s just that I see in a larger scope, a human is a range of blue, yellow and pink, x-ray into the person’s body. Appreciate that you are taking time off to spend time conversing with me. Your writing is unique and cool, don’t worry about changing it. Change only for yourself. (that’s in bold) No one except me will know. Oh I didn’t know there was a pen under my table. Yay! Thank you for finding it, whatever you find you can keep. Ah, but money I want k? I’m getting poorer and poorer.

I will update you, but first, yea, thanks so much for the drawing and the poem. I am full of joy. The chameleon is my favorite animal, did you know? I’ve always wanted a picture of it. Did you try and put it on exhibit? It’s cheered me up when I was feeling lonely and ill. Smiley sticker.

I forgot to tell you, so now: I was such a blockhead on the departure night. I heard you perfectly, your frustration, your agony, how you miss me, and love. But if I had tried to respond, I would cry too. I could not do that, not just a matter of pride. I am sorry I didn’t do it better. It is ironic, despite so many years of existence. I still don’t understand the complex mind of a female. Please instruct me.

Now I’m much better, stronger too. Nausea is gone. I can feed on 8 humans a night. I can hardly wait to return, miss being free to go out. There’s no freedom here, guys. I have to be in bed by 9pm. Sigh. So restricted! I’m not an animal, and they force me to wear a tracker and nametag! As if I will run away. No cher, I won’t. I am a sensible being most of the time.

I’m not the only vampire here hospitalized I mean. She’s called Sirena, exactly like a mermaid. Her voice, actions and mannerisms are simply enchanting. This is especially so, coz I’m a vampire and our senses are heightened to a great extent than mortals. Do you remember Bianca? Sirena rooms with me and the coolest thing is we both love dogs to a fanatic extent and French cuisine---Food literally. Haha, are you getting seethed up and jealous. Relax, Jesse Raven won’t replace you. She has not come for a while and of course I won’t feel smitten by her. I’m romantic but not so unrealistic. We broke up already. So you don’t have to be mad.

Sirena isn’t allowed out of bed, she is mentally damaged. Which I didn’t know until she began screaming in Spanish one night. I feel so terrible. This letter is different from the previous ones, I am including more descriptions/ Bianca, tell me what you think.

You will make a great singer. I know you will/ Louis too? That’s great! Happy you’re getting to know more people. Please mix around more. So I’m gonna see a lot of changeds in you both. I hate Yeats, sorry L. I cannot write so beautifully. I can just envy them! Sigh.

I read a good book about animals yesterday. It’s from the library in this building. I cannot stay in cold rooms too long! Ridiculous. I’m hot every night. Some policy of comfort& listening to the patient who pays. Wow, this will span several pages and become a short story! Page 3!

My sweet pie, I’m so glad you’re practicing. Will I see you as a fully- fledged soloist when I come back? So my efforts paid off. I was thinking of buying you a dress. I know you’re not dress person, but give it a try k? No offence. Pick one, blue or yellow or red?
Perhaps I will be discharged tomorrow night. It’s not confirmed yet. I’ve no say in it. Pouting puppy. I don’t want to shift it when I get out. Still, I won’t need to be in one later.

Hey my darling! I know all that. Got no choice. Just now they gave us spaghetti. It was so sticky and red. I almost vomited. When the nurse left, I disposed of it. No problem, go ahead and wear my shirts! Just the same size too. Autographs! Are you serious? I want the attention! The poem is touching and yea I understand the inferences. Us both right? hahaha.

Write back soon and God Bless!

Lestat

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

Chelsea's visit, chapter 26

Chelsea’s visit

In February, Chelsea got the courage and said she wanted to drop by. Lestat had called her to thank her personally for his birthday gift. Hearing his voice wasn’t enough. I was astounded. She plied me the sixth time with “Will he be like, very sick looking?” as we walked to Laconia town. Usually she wasn’t so nervous, but the vampires are her idols.

“No. Not that bad.” Warning was in turn, Hey guys we’ve got company. Chelsea’s coming. Is it ok?---- I sent. It was 6.15pm and the sky was tequila orange. She’s got black hair, large topaz eyes and a wolfish look.

After sometime, Pointe came in the reception, sleepy. Can’t reject her. Come in. I caught his master’s scent and looked up. Lestat on the bedroom, balcony, frail and hair swept by wind. He smiled down at us and bade us to come in. Left the top.

The double doors swung open like in a classic movie. I introduced Chelsea Harthing. Lestat had just pulled a jacket over his yellow pajamas tonight. Lips pale, thin, woken from sleep. But ever the gentleman, Lestat distracted us from his condition and casually asked her how she was. “I saw you before, or rather felt your scent. We see better than smell. Yours is opposite right?” the blond said friendly. Using the slight accent.

She went red. He invited us to seat ourselves. "Come, I’ve brewed tea in the kettle. Are you hungry?"

Louis followed him, came back first with two boxes of cookies. Chelsea said it was alright and munched on some. Bianca, will it be ok if I give him perfume? Do vampires use that, I am not sure.

He does. He’ll love it! – I soothed. He keeps all our presents.

“Hello again,” said guy set down two cups, one for me, and poured the hot water. “Here’s the sugar, milk. Sorry, we ran out of sodas. Is it ok? Please drink, you must have walked. Did you walk far?”

The wolfgirl stirred in milk and sugar. “No prob. Thank you. It wasn’t far and we have a lot of stamina. I am so excited to see you too, Louis! I’ve always idolized both of you! Your books are so interesting.” I chuckled. My friends were basking in this----- Pointe with modesty and Lioncourt grinning and super flattered. It increased his energy level. The flagging aura flared.

“Why I am honored to have impressed you. Which parts do you like, Miss?”

Chelsea said, “I love Vampire Lestat, the first book. (he smiled) where you rode into the forest with your flintlock rifles, with your dogs. All ready to kick ass! And when you were Lelio onstage. It was worth my money. I finished it last night. How long do you take to write a chronicle like that, Lestat?”

He laughed softly, crossed his long legs. The pajamas look normal, as if the musician was used to entertaining in sleep-mode. “Let’s see, I basically want you all to understand each, and every part, Experience it. You get me? Have more, we’ve bought too many. (pushed the box to us) For this book, I took 3 months. I planned to put it in order, but it didn’t come out like that… I admit it was confusing. 21, then my boyhood. But I am not perfectionist, so I left it. Have you read the other books, Tale of the Body Thief, Memnoch?”

She wanted to. Turned to Louis. “Yours was first. How did you feel when Daniel said he’d get it out to the market? You are shy, must have taken plenty of courage to talk about it. Was it your intention to let everybody know about vampires?”

Slowly and confidently, the quieter preter spoke, “Yes. I intended to. But not the fame it brought me. When Lestat found out, some parts were false in his viewpoint, he wrote his bio to counterargue. I think we’re so different in our thinking. I don’t whine, but he thinks so.”

Chelsea laughed with them. “Haha, isn’t he seductive, my bf? So coldly attractive.” Lestat patted his knee. Louis was spaced out from him on the same couch.

She was more excited that their being bi is acceptable. It’s not like Dracula black- and- white films. Prince explained further, “I personally wish we could stay together forever. Usually, what I don’t like is, after several years when I am contented, some people will leave me. They say I abuse them. I like a family life.”

Chelsea brought out the gift. “Um here’s another present. You had the CD right?”
Aw, you shouldn’t have. Still he accepted and opened the wrapper very carefully,not rip it like a madperson. Just what I need. The blonde pleasantly remarked.

You like classical and rock too. Slow and fast, quite unusual.--------- Chelsea said. Getting more daring.

Yes-------- he answered----------- And yourself?

I just like rock music. Louis? ------- she asked, not to leave him out.

I like classical and opera only. What’s wrong with that? These people sleep through opera. Can you imagine?
Warmed up, Chelsea promoted her bro’s play at the Parkway Theatre. Both Ls were delighted and said they would love to. Nothing for the past month. Lestat had been too sick to go out anyway. “Um, I hope you’re better real soon. It’s bad?” her real reason came up now.

“’Cept the coughing. Sometimes my chest hurts when I cough too much. Usually I feel very lethargic. Thank you, I’m so touched. You came at the right time, or I’d be sleeping in. Please, bring these home. Your family can share. We cannot finish.” She was ecstatic. Award-giving ceremony or something. Then he stood up, excusing himself. Every indication of agony was concealed except for his wheezing. Brat prince held the wall for support when he stumbled.

You gonna lie down. Don’t climb up. I’ll come,--------- I called to ‘stat. Lestat stifled his coughing, bent double. He gasped for breath. I caught up with him. The small room below the stairs. He got into the makeshift bed and lay down. The mental image of blood ejected from his lungs. I wanted to cry.

I Changed. This was too serious, internal bleeding.

Lestat inhaled hesitantly, afraid to trigger another bout. No. it’s alright. Go talk to her. I’ll just rest until it stops. I waited, covering him with a blanket. He smiled feebly, bravely. Go. I’ll be fine. Will come back when I’m better. Thanks. I’ll survive.


When I went back out, Louis was amused by the wolfgirl’s antics. She’s nothing like a serious badass werewolf, it’s a misconception. Chelsea welcomed us to join her family if they felt lonely. That’s why she’s one of a kind and my best friend. she’s got strong charisma and though she’s no babe, her greatet Gift is in making people feel at home. Melts barriers down. Girl, I’m so much better. 15 more minutes, then I’ll come ok? Hold the front. Sergeant gunning down the masses.Hahaha,

Brat p. that’s great, I replied. Told them this.

“Oh dear, I must have tired him. Poor guy,”the wolf said sadly.

Louis explained the situation. “It’s not only that. Last night, my Master didn’t return till 3 in the morning. The wind’s very cold these nights. Don’t worry. I think we’ll definitely come to the play. I Like plays. And ‘stat’s gonna enjoy going out.”


Yep he was back outside, flipping through the tv channels. Quarter past ten. Lestat smiled. “I’m okay now. Thanks, don’t mind me. I didn’t want to cough in front of you, Chels. Sorry for the sudden interruption. ”

“Good. I’m relieved.”Louis invited her to sit opposite Lestat and me. My warming aura spedup the healing process for the cells to mend. I leaned comfortably, his arm curled about me. For a while, the main host answered her questions.

Then, “I think there’s a movie going on now.” He must be tiring. Finding Nemo was on.
“I love this film, we saw it at school. Yay. The clownfish aren’t being funny at all,”I said. The adults could lay back the hosting. About eleven, my friend decided she shouldn’t bother us any longer.

“Before I move, could you sign autographs for me? Please? Louis, could I borrow your book?”

The charismatic preters engraved their signatures on Interview with the Vampire and her diary. Lestat signed on the latter, wellwishes and whirled his Ls. “Can I call and ask how you are? Sometimes. If it’s ok,”she murmured, blushing.

The blond was patient and gentle.. “Thank you. I will answer, call after six. I should be up by then. Take care.” Shook hands. Chelsea became a brown wolf and loped off.

I was full of joy at the level of professionalism. Hugged my cute guys. Yea they are mine. “It was cool. Thanks so much! I’m sorry I brought her over without a warning in advance. Princie, you needed to rest,”I apologetically told them, holding both his white hands. I could see the blood vessels thinly throbbing.

Louis flopped down. “It’s alright. All the training helped. Stat says it’s essential, crucial to know how to entertain guests at all times.Best of all, we got rid of another stack of food!” We laughed. Lestat turned off the tv.

It was funny and interesting. I thought weres are annoying. Your friend’s not. Maybe I’ll rethink the whole we-don’t-mix-theory. -----Brat prince lightly put in. I let Lo know. Vampires are anti werewolves, anti witches normally.

“Are you afraid?” I spoke while we were reading. Louis glanced at his bf, green flecked eyes almost catlike.

Teacher kissed my cheek and his index finger lifted my chin. “No. why should I ? this is small. I’ve been through worse. Sometimes, my life needs to be less dramatic. I’m fine, cherie.” He winked and caressed my red locks.

I picked up on page 40 of Merrick. Philosopher was on the greek myths book, part II. And sensei was smiling at his First copy of self-help. Changed his mind! A cute cartoon illustrated, which Mona had posted to make him cheer up. How to be Positive and Not fall into a deep dark hole.

Shithole. I said.

Huh? Hey, darling., I like the pics. I wanna tell you----- flipped through the vampire novel you bought me. It’s exciting, and sympathetic to us. The exaggerations aren’t there. I do want to start on it.

I grinned and rubbed his sleeve, Thinking-------- finally you’ll read such genres right? When you’re angry (I read out), frown at the mirror. The difference is drastic.

Hmm. Tip number 60, eat more fruits and go out more. “Louis, I should be going out. It says here. I will be more positive. We’ll go to the play.” he announced in his spoilt-ultra rotten voice. Not asking, but commanding. Louis rolled his eyes.

“Bianca, can I have the addresses of your friends? I haven’t thanked them for their gifts,” the blond said. It was really late and he ought to sleep now. “I’ll do half of it now. Then I’ll go sleep.”

Sounded good to me. I provided. Lestat penned merci beaucoups and nice poetic words to the gift givers in small cards. You know, the ones with borders and hearts made out. As long as I was not being ignored. Lestat looked wryly at me when I pointedly Sent it and smiled secretively. The most favourite gift of all are the peacock stands, ‘useful, sturdy and aesthetic beauties’I quote. My bro’s animal carvings were lined neatly in this glass cabinet which Lestat purchased some weeks ago before he was sick.

He was robust then and wanted Male-only company. I was sulky he wouldn’t let me tag along. Reason being: “You’ve no strength my child. I want to be male-simple minded tonight.” One Shaper went along and by the time they came back, Lestat was chatting with him. That is the power of charisma. Anyway, you can see how my closest mentor treasures his material possessions. He’s not a monster. I look back with regret to our first meeting, when I was terribly rude to say he was maniacal and demonic.

“I forgive you. Not as petty right?” He cuddled me before lying down.

But catering to the sick man was unbearable.

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The other section was about David, which I listened to for awhile. I didn’t like it that he used to be a hunter of wild game. My father is a tiger and it seemed like the man shot plenty of these already- threatened species for show. Lestat was full of pathos as he related how he could not resist the temptation and bit him. “I couldn’t resist such a young body. Brown hair, tall, muscled though not like a bodybuilder, which is ugly. I used it for a while in my adventure. I loved him so dearly. He was very patient, and very good to me. I overpowered him. About to die….”

I looked up and bade my sensei to have a seat. He declined and walked to the other end of the room. “Prince, he was going to die? He got hurt?”


His voice lower, just above the wind. “No my love. He was 74 years old and always conscious of that. His wish had been to go to Brazil. (fangs bit down) I was afraid he’d die. I wanted to fulfil that wish. Bianca, am I wrong to do that? How he loathed and cursed me for making that decision----- to transform him into a monster! It was so stupid. Later, David returned and told me he forgave me. But because of that, the former general could not return to the Talamasca. Remember that place? It’s an organization.”

I waved. “Like Ghostbusters. Right?”

“Good girl. Oui. I always declare how I don’t regret doing such things in my bios. It is untrue. At times, I Want to reverse the. blunders I had made. How hurt I’d be if he still held that against me. David’s very stubborn,” Lestat emphasized, pushing back his soft fluffing hair. Some sweat broke out on his brow.

I understood. My friend still hates me. An abused child. I was afraid she’d die. She had an abusive father. We didn’t know at the time, when she came, her body always had many bruises! (a photo of her) I advised her to see the counselor, Lestat. But she told me she could cope. Then when she did not come for a few days, I got scared. When we heard news that she’d been sent to the Social Services (where the abused and the children with dysfunctional families are put), I went to see her. She slapped me and blamed me for that. I sniffed.

He was sympathetic. “I feel for you. You just wanted to help. But she obviously didn’t see it that way. Are you sad? Bianca, we try to be good, but we fail in the end. Do you think the angry will eventually let it go? I am pained when I think of my fledglings’accusing looks. I go through torment when they desert me.”

It was not the first time I connected with the strong vampire. We had failed our loved ones, wanting to help, but the effort paled in comparison to the original intention. Perhaps one day our friends would realize that we meant to be good to them and we did those out of love.

Lestat glanced down at the pure white tiles. Huskily, he said,“Come, child, let’s talk of lighter subjects.”

“Ok Mister. Tell me about… your mutt. See his picture?”

My companion was happy as he slipped out a picture of Mojo from his wallet, a tattered one. Seemed like 2 years ago. “I got an idea, why not I bring you to New Orleans? As a present. Think about it?” he persuaded in his honey-silky tones.

My earrings jangled. “You have already given me. Um…I don’t know if my folks are planning something.”
He gestured no problem. “Sure, go with them, if you’ve gotta plan. I was just thinking, it’s so Much better meeting him in person, Bianca-chan! (childlike, human) My boy’s very lovely. I cannot speak of him in words. He doesn’t hate anybody, except when he was chained up in the big house I found him in. No dog likes captivity. I was sick for a period of time and couldn’t take care of him, but Mojo didn’t abandon me. It’s 1130. Need to go home?”

I asked him not to fret and said I wanted to stay. Lestat was affected more than I realized.
“Why are you alone again? You are a family. Is Marcus there?” his voice became higher pitched, strained, creasing of the golden brows. A wave of grey pain.

“Stat, I’m alright. Why do you feel so sad?” I laughed and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m fine. Yea but as usual I can’t reach Marc when he’s walled up with football.”

He blinked and looked at the shiny rings on his index and third fingers. “Cherie, a family should be together, all the time. Pardon my frankness, I do not mean to interfere. It is a real pity, non?”

“Hmm, but I’m not resentful, Brat prince. When my parents leave, which is often, I’m expected to take care of myself and my bro. Now he’s older, I can relax. I used to have to cook and wash for him. Sometimes, yea I wish I could go and play with my pals.” I thought of the past and smiled. glad those days are over and gone with man! I’m going to travel and see the world by myself before I settle down.

The vampire leaned forward. “Why didn’t you? Go out. I would, in your place. Responsibility sucks. Then, I have a question. I want to understand you, like that night. Are you at peace?”

Definitely yes. I’m all right with it. No lies. Besides, I can be a kiddo here, and when mama comes home, she’ll let me be a child just for a while. She’ll cook and clean as per normal. ------ I answered happily.

Please allow me to take care of you, Little Bird. I want to. Louis and I really enjoy being your family. Tell me anything you want. I will pamper and spoil you children.

I folded my arms. “Haha, thanks but not domination ok? That is different, according to Louis. He says you try to run his life.”

“What? When did he mention this? How could you backstab me?” he whimpered. I shook my head.

“Now I’m telling ya. Anyway you’re bossy, wanting to find out what time we come back. And that time, you were just waitin by the door and pounced on us. Daniel couldn’t stop laughing coz of that. You totally made the comedy. ”

My friend jumped up, fuming (in a comical way, scowling handsomely). Then it faded away to giggling. He loves attention, even if it’s negative.

“I’ll Kill him! Don’t backstab me. What happened to frontal assault? Bianca, go it easy. I can try not to be, I don’t keep calling you every second right? I just worry when my juniors are out alone. And Louis is the kind that gets himself lost.” My sensei was quite hurt, but smiled and whispered loving French words to me. He cradled me. I fluffed up my feathers and felt his cold skin warm up.

Perhaps we weren’t entirely fair to him, for Lestat can be like a lion with his overwhelming paternal instincts. His constantness, loyalty to buds, willingness to impart knowledge. Lestat doesn’t mind if we get smarter than him. The most important lesson was to love him without holding back---- he demanded it. Absolutely! Repression is non existe when one meets this unforgettable persona. Lestat gives much more than what you would expect from a broken family.

I could not hold back my tears when he left for Switzerland. That is the reason why Artemis calls our people to build up our walls, so we will not collapse from trauma and fear.



All this time Louis was certain it was alright. Until Lestat began to feel relapses again in January. He felt sicker and threw up almost every alternate day, even though he’d been extremely careful about feeding on healthy people. Nevertheless accidents happened, Why didn’t he smell the alcohol? We had to steady Lioncourt when he stumbled in. He asked why we had cloned ourselves. Soaked through, must have fallen into the river. It’s hard to sight the river when your vision and senses are weakened.

“Don’t. I can too walk by myself,” the drunk guy said loudly, pushed Louis away. I went to get fresh clothes. When I came back with a blue shirt, Lestat was moaning, sprawled over a pooling black puddle. Leaned forward and vomited again, would have fainted dead into it had Louis not held him up.

“C’mon darling, lean against me. Don’t move.” Lestat obeyed and slowly regained his senses. We took each arm and pulled the man up on the couch. Lestat felt better when he tilted his head back. We sponged him. I was feeling a conflict, mad at the vampire for not being careful and pained at his agony.

Then began a series of stricken times. My beloved teacher was bedridden. He could barely leave his bed. On challenging days, he was retching in the washroom. But Lestat did not yield to the coffin, not listening to our pleas. Not even David whom he was willing to please.

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In his bed, we continued with lessons. It distracted his pain and aches. “Hey I’m sorry. I’m too spent to make this energetic. Are you bored?” he said softly when we were doing a routine music theory lesson. I also leaned against the pillows beside Lestat, feeling comfy and bored. It was heartbreaking. I shielded my null mind and smiled.

“It’s ok.” I assured him. “If you’re tired, just sleep for a while. Time for your medicine.” I slipped off and shook the bottle. Made from magnolias, the aroma temporarily made its patient drowsy so that excruciating pain would be reduced. Lestat sighed, letting me spoonfeed him.

I wanted to help in the medical expenses, but since he wouldn’t accept, I slipped the cheques in his diary and David would use them. We had bought a wind-up bed to make the patient more comfortable, so he need not struggle to get up. The blonde was surprised we bought it without his permission, but didn’t say a word. He slept earlier at night.

It seemed to be useless to be an immortal, when there’s endless pain and you can’t die. This went on for two weeks when Prince of the vamps stopped being lethargic and overrode our concern. Usually the charming vampire wore his lace and silk suits, dressed always for visitors. “No pajamas unless I’m sleeping. Stop worrying! (pissed at Louis) Come, sweetie, sit with me.” And he entertained us with his antics. Definitely, positivity was great, since it lifted the dreary times.

Louis was concerned about that, since the patient expended lots of energy. I was too, but we couldn’t very well isolate him. Brattie almost collapsed when he tried to stand by himself. Luckily Quinn and Amadeo held him.

To my questions if he was ok, Lestat gripped my hand very hard. “Krys, I may not stop suffering. I want to tell you guys, so much; it deeply affects me. I feel so helpless. I Like being normal. Everybody is so kind and I appreciate this. If anyone’s listening… can you pray with me?” I agreed. We held hands.


He repressed his tears as he hugged me close. The stuffed toys lining the foot of his bed looked on. Thank you. Is it okay if you do not ask me that anymore? I cannot answer. Cherie, the herbs and tonics your friends brought are helpful, but not cures. I am aware of being too eager for a solution to this.
I hate Relixa. She shouldn’t have shot you.

A softness rarely seen in him showed: We’ve been through this, cherie. I do not feel anger. It was understandable she hates our kind. We are parasites. Her parents died because of my people’s mistakes. What’s done is done. Got to live with it. So cute, this Pooh bear. I don’t feel so painful today. I want to go downstairs.
Lestat tested his weight. I couldn’t hold his weight. Fortunately, he was strong enough to head down to the kitchen, and I grasped his hand. Normal. He could take care of himself.


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Usually the post came at six. They subscribed to Reader’s Digest, National Geographic and some serious mags. Letters were rare. Until one letter arrived on Thursday.

Jesse. Louis raised his brows at her handwriting. The pen ink was fragrantly like roses.

“Typical of her,” he muttered. I asked who that was.


"Lestat’s girlfriend. They shared quite intimately for a bit. Why does she only showup now?It’s too late."

Oh. When we gave him her letter, Lestat sat up immediately and looked extremely excited. From lethargy to transformation of mood. We were ignored for the evening. How annoying! He must be her ex! ----- I grumbled.


Lestat was writing some sort of reply when I looked in on him. He smiled, flushed. “Wonderful. I can’t believe she replied me.”

So important that business letters were set aside in favour of replying her.
“Yea don’t sit up too much,” I sulked and left. I browsed Geographic, waiting for an apology but he didn’t. Online:

Elfin: I’m so mad! He’s so entranced by this Jesse woman. Who the hell is she?

Quinn604: Our Mother told us little. (enclosed a pic attachment) pretty. She didn’t come?

Efin: yea I bet she’s just Pretending. Lestat’s writing to her now. he’s ignoring me. We’re supposed to do something tog. How’s your studies?

Quinn604: Moping emoticon. Not good. I’m tired. I wake up early, u know my blood is different than the weaker ones. But still,so much. Neverending. Hey don’t be down. Sick person.

Elfin: don’t care. Sorry for interrupting, go do stuff now. or u won’t finish. Halfway, the vampire in California logged in again. He said he would opt for the longer time span. Then he could slacken. Haha.

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